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Safehouse Video (MV)




Performed By: BigXthaPlug
From Album: Amar
Written by: BAKER YUNG, BIGX THAPLUG, IVAN TAGLE
Year: 2023




BigXthaPlug - Safehouse Lyrics
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(Baker Yung, Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more ayy
Yeah ayy, ayy

See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposit's
We puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
Then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
Ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city
I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit
Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders
I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill
That she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
They don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel
Gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son
Ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy

Ayy hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy

See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
But ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack
Then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope
I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas
I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion
Just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
I don't f*ck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin'
They really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's
Gon' scoot for the profit
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(Baker Yung, Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more ayy
Yeah ayy, ayy

See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposit's
We puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
Then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
Ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city
I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit
Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders
I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill
That she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
They don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel
Gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son
Ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy

Ayy hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy

See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
But ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack
Then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope
I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas
I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion
Just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
I don't f*ck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin'
They really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's
Gon' scoot for the profit
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Writer: BAKER YUNG, BIGX THAPLUG, IVAN TAGLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music

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